There Is No Future, There Is No Past

 I started writing this blog because I opened my bedroom blinds and discovered a tiny fluttering hummingbird just outside my window. The only other time I've seen a hummingbird was in Mexico City at my aunts 3rd story apartment. But even so, the stateside hummingbird seems more out of place here than in the 4th largest city in the world. Why come here? I don't have a feeder, my plants are nonexistent compared to my neighbors' yard of the month, AND it's raining. I've watched the rain from my bed twice this week. It's special rain. Not a ruin-my-hairdo, or cancel-softball-practice rain. This rain is falling around our house, which happens to be in the woods. But there is something magical about living in the woods. It's not just the gorgeous sunsets, dewy mornings, and eclectic wildlife. A person can breathe out here. Figuratively, since I'm sure no one has problems breathing in the suburbs. My mind is clear in the woods. There are no distractions. It's Earth, sky, and me. So simple, so swollen. And as the rain continues to fall I feel with any ounce of intuition I was born with, that my surroundings feel the same. The trees stand with integrity, the rain falls with purpose, the sun sets diligently and no outside force can interrupt them. Let me take a lesson from my visiting hummingbird (and quote RENT); There's only us, there's only this, forget regret or life is yours to miss...No other course. No other way. No day but today.